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the weed, but that didn’t seem like enough reason
to hate on him. Aunt Jo was a drug addict, and although we didn’t talk to her
anymore, we didn’t despise her.
    Mom and Dad kicked her out of our house.
They moved and changed their phone number so she couldn’t contact us anymore. Maybe we—they—did despise her. I’d never stopped loving her, but I didn’t tell
my parents that.
    Still, I didn’t think drugs would be
enough reason for Max’s father to hate him. Violence? Had he killed someone?
    Trent’s lurid hints had aroused my
curiosity and now I wouldn’t be able to let it go until I found out the truth.
    ***
     
    After Primo’s, Trent took me back to my
dorm. On my floor, people were running in and out of their rooms, shouting in
the hall, slamming doors and generally making a huge amount of noise as they
moved in. We had some second and third year students, like me, so some of us
knew each other. The rest were freshmen.
    Out of the corner of my eye, I could see
a skinny brunette giving Trent a look up and down as we passed her, like I wasn’t
even there. We were holding hands and everything. You’d think she’d have better
taste than to mack on my boyfriend right in front of me. I glared at her and
she turned red.
    My room wasn’t much of a haven from the
noise. The walls in the dorms seemed to be made of cardboard because sound went
right through them. But at least no-one was staring at us.
    Trent flopped down on my bed and put his
hands behind his head, grinning at me. “Come here.”
    “In a second. I want to give you your
present.”
    I crouched down to pull the wrapped book
from under the bed. He sat up as I handed it to him. We hadn’t seen each other
all summer. He’d gone home to his parents’ house in Montana and I’d gone back
to Portland. It had been a long three months with only texting and phone calls
to keep us in touch.
    He ripped the paper from the coffee
table book of football’s greatest...everything. “Wow. This is awesome. Thanks,
baby.”
    I smiled, relieved that he seemed to
like it. My gift didn’t compare to real, precious jewelry. “You’re welcome.”
    He set the book on my tiny nightstand
before reaching out and snagging my arm. “Now come here. I can’t wait anymore.”
    I let him pull me down to the bed. He
rolled me beneath him as he captured my mouth in a hard kiss. His hands were
all over me, yanking at my clothes and squeezing me everywhere he could reach.
He must have missed me a lot more than I’d realized.
    I went along with it with my usual good
cheer. It felt nice to have his warmth against me again, to have his arms
around me, even if I couldn’t get as enthused about it as he was.
    Sex had never been a high priority for
me. To be honest, I could have lived without it. But it was important to Trent,
and I didn’t mind it, so when he reached inside my panties I gave a sigh of
pleasure.
    He toyed with me until I was wet enough
for him. Then he lifted himself over me and fit his cock inside me. It slid in
without much resistance.
    He groaned as he moved in me, an
expression of rapture on his face. I put my arms around him, savoring the
pleasure I could bring him. It was over soon anyway, when he shuddered and
moaned through his orgasm.
    My mind wandered back to Max. That was
so wrong. The last thing I should be thinking of during sex with my boyfriend
was another guy. I couldn’t get that lazy, almost mocking smile of his out of
my head, though. It had the simultaneous affect of making me want to smack him
and wrap my arms and legs around him. Make him want me.
    Why—how—did he do this to me? I’d only
been around him for a few minutes, and I was already fantasizing about him. I
hoped I’d never see him again, so this attraction I had for him would fade.
    My foolish heart ached at the thought.
As Trent disengaged from me, I mourned the loss of a man I didn’t know. Didn’t
even want to know. Max was, for all the reasons Trent knew and a few he